![]() These poets who distil light from starburst, and teach words the secret language of kindness are no less than divine, and must be cherished with the silence of the sacred, of prayer. “Soul poems”, a special category that I repeatedly return to, come to readers at just the right time- poems of such simplicity, and disguised in such ordinary attire that one is surprised by the radiant light that suddenly streams through the seams. Poems come to us with a kind of astounding serendipity. I often read poetry, the way the pious read signs in nature and infer meaning or draw strength from them. ![]() ![]() I accord it a place in my life that is beyond real things, experiences and implications. I’m superstitious about poetry, maybe even a bit foolishly religious. ![]()
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